Another riot's on its snows,
Our bonds are broken, both are free.

5.

No more with mutual love we burn,
No more the genial couch we bless,
Dissolving in the fond caress;
Our love o'erthrown will ne'er return.

6.

Though love than ours could ne'er be truer,
Yet flames too fierce themselves destroy,
Embraces oft repeated cloy,
_Ours_ came too _frequent_, to endure.

7.

You quickly sought a second lover,
And I too proud to share a heart,
Where once I held the _whole_, not _part_,
Another mistress must discover.

8.

Though not the _first_ one, who hast blest me,
Yet I will own, you was the dearest,
The one, unto my bosom nearest;
So I conceiv'd, when I possest thee.